Part 23 (1/2)
”A recent patient. I did not know her until I was called in to see her, the other day, in particularly tragic circ.u.mstances.”
”Is she ill?”
”Mme. Mergy has taken poison.”
”What!”
Daubrecq gave a start and he continued, without concealing his distress:
”What's that you say? Poison! Is she dead?”
”No, the dose was not large enough. If no complications ensue, I consider that Mme. Mergy's life is saved.”
Daubrecq said nothing and sat silent, with his head turned to Lupin.
”Is he looking at me? Are his eyes open or shut?” Lupin asked himself.
It worried Lupin terribly not to see his adversary's eyes, those eyes hidden by the double obstacle of spectacles and black gla.s.ses: weak, bloodshot eyes, Mme. Mergy had told him. How could he follow the secret train of the man's thought without seeing the expression of his face? It was almost like fighting an enemy who wielded an invisible sword.
Presently, Daubrecq spoke:
”So Mme. Mergy's life is saved... And she has sent you to me... I don't quite understand... I hardly know the lady.”
”Now for the ticklish moment,” thought Lupin. ”Have at him!”
And, in a genial, good-natured and rather shy tone, he said:
”No, monsieur le depute, there are cases in which a doctor's duty becomes very complex... very puzzling... And you may think that, in taking this step... However, to cut a long story short, while I was attending Mme. Mergy, she made a second attempt to poison herself...
Yes; the bottle, unfortunately, had been left within her reach. I s.n.a.t.c.hed it from her. We had a struggle. And, railing in her fever, she said to me, in broken words, 'He's the man... He's the man... Daubrecq the deputy... Make him give me back my son. Tell him to... or else I would rather die... Yes, now, to-night... I would rather die.'
That's what she said, monsieur le depute... So I thought that I ought to let you know. It is quite certain that, in the lady's highly nervous state of mind... Of course, I don't know the exact meaning of her words... I asked no questions of anybody... obeyed a spontaneous impulse and came straight to you.”
Daubrecq reflected for a little while and said:
”It amounts to this, doctor, that you have come to ask me if I know the whereabouts of this child whom I presume to have disappeared. Is that it?”
”Yes.”
”And, if I did happen to know, you would take him back to his mother?”
There was a longer pause. Lupin asked himself:
”Can he by chance have swallowed the story? Is the threat of that death enough? Oh, nonsense it's out of the question!... And yet... and yet...
he seems to be hesitating.”
”Will you excuse me?” asked Daubrecq, drawing the telephone, on his writing-desk, toward him. ”I have an urgent message.”
”Certainly, monsieur le depute.”
Daubrecq called out:
”Hullo!... 822.19, please, 822.19.”